I refuse to bow to tyranny
even if it spells the death of me
Your king may have chained my body
but my spirit is free!

He burns the homes of peasants
and kill all of their men
then their children watched in silence
as his army raped the women

He is a coward who bullies the weak!
A man who hides behind his lackeys!
While they fight until they bleed,
his royal guards guarantee his safety

on cotton skinned
skiened transparent
cross-commas, dash
scattered funambulist
of who we are
clasping writ by trees sketched
before bud relinquish
foliage soul

Let me embrace you young one...
as I need warmth all over my face...
so let’s embrace...
warmth will flow from me to you...
as we curl up in embrace
and that’s no disgrace...

we love each other’s face
so we in public embrace
come on now gals and guys
face to face just to
E M B R A C E
and
see eye to
E Y E

nettles
this dust summer
is a fire
and you drawl your lithe moves
in sweet sweat and perfume
the sugar plume
dark tobacco
amber potency
thirsty against the screen

your eyes feasting beyond the
bushfields with their drooping
limbs full of heat

stirring in your weary
glass your rancinette
purse up your lips
about the pink straw
the lashes flickering
like the black mascara
line of a storm

too far to whet the
land in agony

I'm drawn to the glade side brook
which had eavesdropped
on our serenading nook,
when blades of grass
stroked intimate poems
on our skins.

I now cleanse all moss
on the stone washed bank
and scribble our duets
on paper boat quills
drifting on goose bumps
beneath my tweeds.

While the wind dies down
from my quickening breath
the paper boats drown
in my misty gaze,
before I retreat
to my lonesome glade.

Reign of hatred spreading discrimination

Anger, uncontrolled is a blind beast unleashed

Cold is the heart which does not know the value of love

In the soul, corruption is a disease

Sum it all up from the top and see what you get....

Madness lingering in the minds of mortals

term mites
turn nights
terminal
tar mart
tell miles
termites

centimeter of ash
rash potash crash crucible
irreconcilable liable
feeding the wretched of dust
oculars pleas ply flowers
and see me into flame nemesis
eat me the dust someday
terminal cloud nine Nile
booty heel
tribunal left guardian
custodian for customary
cause to marry
new ones, old ones
half if Rephan seen
never mind
seam two door
Tudor

rite one

Truer words were never spoken
purer motives never found;

I tried healing a heart that's broken
from the way 'twas hurtfully bound.

Speaking simply, and directly
I tried hard to ease the binds;

I untangled, and set the strings, free
just to ease all troubled minds.

I have never had more troubles,
and, with as articulate as I am;

I then had to burst my bubbles,
for, I could speak not! Worth a damn!

It was most difficult to swallow
with my big foot in my mouth;